- Messages
- 657
- OOC First Name
- Kelsey Ruth
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Pansexual
- Wand
- Curly 9 ½" Flexible Pine Wand with Phoenix Tail Feather Core
- Age
- 1/2017 (34)
He wondered idly whether or not there'd still be anyone left in the room by the time he'd made it to the first day introduction. After the welcoming feast in the first semester, the Professors and their new colleagues gathered in the staff room to introduce themselves properly and do a bit of gasbagging before lessons started. Wren had slept through the whole thing, and after wandering down to the kitchens to snag a sandwich, he'd headed up the moving stairs in the dark, trailing spicy cigarette smoke though he'd not lit up for a week, and slouched into the Professor's common room.
Wren disturbed a few house elves cleaning up after the teachers, who squeaked and disappeared with a muted bang, leaving him and one other gentlemen in the empty room.
"Sh!t. What time is it?" he asked, mumbling more to himself than the professor. Ahhh, a coffee pot! He thought nothing of his attire, which made him look terribly out of place even though there was only one person to compare himself with. His designer jeans were both artfully ripped as well as organically abused, and his leather jacket was patched many times with peeling sewing charms. His hair was a mess, as usual, and the only thing not sleepy about him was his eyes, which had lit up at the smell of a dark roast. It was only after he was being half-consumed by a leather sofa, clutching a white mug to his chest, that he put the thought into greeting the other staff member.
"Bonjour," said Wren with a lazy, handsome smile.
Wren disturbed a few house elves cleaning up after the teachers, who squeaked and disappeared with a muted bang, leaving him and one other gentlemen in the empty room.
"Sh!t. What time is it?" he asked, mumbling more to himself than the professor. Ahhh, a coffee pot! He thought nothing of his attire, which made him look terribly out of place even though there was only one person to compare himself with. His designer jeans were both artfully ripped as well as organically abused, and his leather jacket was patched many times with peeling sewing charms. His hair was a mess, as usual, and the only thing not sleepy about him was his eyes, which had lit up at the smell of a dark roast. It was only after he was being half-consumed by a leather sofa, clutching a white mug to his chest, that he put the thought into greeting the other staff member.
"Bonjour," said Wren with a lazy, handsome smile.